“vis-à-vis ups the ante when the threat to that abstract innocence is given a name, as short clips of everyday folk talking about the Vietnam War mingle with folksy acoustic guitar No golden wisdon drops from their lips, which mutter observations more on the order of “Yeah, my uncle was in the war, and he came back, like, f—ked up.”

“Far from ingratiating, the babble is the beauty of the piece, sympathetically laying b, heare our sheer inability to vocalize the experience of war while making a case for the meaning in motion before us.

SF Examiner, Rachel Howard